"Join the club" he said.
I said "I'm not a joiner".
"It's free" he said,
"and so are we".
"I'm not" I said.
He asked why.
I told him I didn't know.
I didn't know.
And I hated myself
for not knowing.
What binds me
without my onset?
Locks doors on me
and puts the keys
in it's pocket?
Pens me like a sheep,
stys me like a pig,
watches me like a hawk,
curtains twitching,
in case I forget myself
and remember who I am?
"Anything for a quiet life"
my dad used to say
but I think he knew he was wrong.
Tony Thorpe